Echo Between Stars

My time draws near

for another adventure—

not a goodbye,

but a passage.

The sun bows low

to the edge of the world,

its final gift of gold

before darkness swallows the sky.

There are paths I’ve yet to walk,

stones I’ve not touched,

ruins waiting, holding stories

that remember

even when I am forgotten.

Perhaps I’ll leave this life

as you hold me—

watching the Mediterranean

bleed into twilight,

my breath fading with the tide.

But I wonder…

What will remain of me?

Have I carved anything

into the vault of memory?

Because I remember you—

the one who gave me breath

when mine ran low,

the one who gave me light

when the stars dimmed.

There is still time to echo,

to write in flame,

to leave

my mark upon the cosmos.